Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.